Archive for May, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things

May 23, 2010 3 comments

I noticed that my blog is kind of depressing. I don’t mean for it to be, but those “uncomfortable” topics are the ones on which I generally have the most opinions. So today, on a whim, I decided to lighten it up a bit!

I love…










horses and swimming








the theater








all animals




marine ecology




temperate deciduous forests








white water rafting
















musical theater








deep ecology








improvisational comedy












Claudia – my cat




advocates of positive body image




advocates for recovery from eating disorders




happiness! life! me! you!


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Once Upon A Time…

I am a bit of a hoarder. In the sense that I like to know I have things, but I don’t like to deal with them. So I let them sit in boxes and forget I have them, until I get so annoyed that I have boxes cluttering my room and I go through them. That’s when I discover MAGICAL THINGS!!!

Such as:

  • an envelope full of baby pictures and things I made when I was a kid
  • a $15 unused gift card to itunes
  • my contacts prescription (!)
  • 15 books of music + loose sheet music for voice and flute, some from THE 8TH GRADE.
  • riding spurs
  • and an art project… 

…from a class I took at Cooper Union a few years ago where we had to cut out pictures from magazines and write a story based on them. 

I must have been in fine form that night, because, well, here I’ll share.

Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl, like all other girls she knew, loved Jesus. She prayed to him, sang to him… she even got his name tattooed on her body without her mother’s permission – that’s how much she loved Jesus. She also, like all other girls she knew, loved to be beautiful. Being beautiful was imperative in the town she lived in, much more important than being intelligent. (But not as important as loving Jesus, of course.)

Now, this girl did a very, very good job at loving Jesus and being beautiful. But she had a weakness: cake. Especially chocolate cake. She would often walk (in disguise) to the cake shop across town. Everyone was so nice and friendly there, but she always had an ache in her heart. She knew, because her Bible School teacher in 1st grade told her, that Jesus hates cake and it makes you ugly. Her Bible School teacher also happened to be her mother, who reminded her every day that her sinful desires for thick, moist, sugary desserts would lead her straight to the fires of hell.

Today is her 16th birthday and she celebrated with a wheatgrass shake that her mother had shipped all the way from the big city 50 miles away. They all lived “happily” ever after.

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Getting To Know Oneself Is The Best Journey Of All

May 7, 2010 2 comments

This is fascinating. Do you ever find something you wrote that you forgot about? I just found a speech I wrote that I never actually gave. I chickened out. In February 2009 I produced and hosted a benefit concert for eating disorders awareness. I was going to read this speech to kick-off the evening, but I let it sit in a folder on my desktop and keep my thoughts to myself.

Reading it now… I’m simultaneously impressed and amused. Amused in a dark, ironic sort of way. At the time I wrote this I was bingeing and purging several times a week, and purging almost everything I ate even if it was a normal sized meal or just a handful of pretzels. Yet somewhere inside I knew I couldn’t keep that up, and I didn’t want to. So I’m impressed, I’m impressed at the insight I had, and the strength I had to write it down even when I was in such a depressive, destructive state. No wonder I chose not to read it… the dichotomy of my life at the time was becoming too much to bear. (Being an active bulimic and an active advocate for recovery.)

So here’s the speech, all of which I still stand by today, but with even more conviction and personal strides toward these goals of self-love.


Hello everyone, thank you so much for coming! Before I introduce the first performer, I wanted to talk a little about why I wanted to organize a night like this. So bear with me for a few minutes and then we’ll get to the music. I have been dealing with an eating disorder and body dysmorphic disorder for about ten years. I started the recovery process about three and a half years ago, and for me, that basically consisted of a lot of personal research and delving into the online activist community.


In August of 2007 Kathleen MacDonald, the outreach coordinator for FREED, introduced herself to me through the myspace I had created to promote awareness of body dysmorphic disorder. She invited to a screening of a new documentary about body image which I was unable to attend since it was in Washington D.C. and I was in the process of moving here to New York City, but it sparked a new awareness of people who actually make a living doing advocacy work for eating disorders and mental health.


The thing about the recovery process is that it is not a straight path. Not only do physical ailments have to be addressed, but it is imperative that psychological behaviors and emotional wounds are treated as well. Juggling all three aspects of the illness is a daunting task for the individual suffering, as well as for those working to help them back to health. A roadblock many in recovery face is ironically, the point when they achieve physical health. When the anorexic is no longer clinically emaciated, no longer suffers from dangerously low blood pressure, edema or seizures; when the bulimic stops purging just enough to let the esophagus tears heal, stop bursting blood vessels in their eyes, and is able to balance their electrolytes …they become functional. It’s easy to trick yourself into thinking everything is OK now, that you’re “just healthy enough” and who cares if you still engage in behaviors, especially as an emotional coping mechanism, as long as it doesn’t interfere with daily life?


Well, this is where many stay for decades. But true recovery, which I truly believe is possible, is getting beyond the safety blanket of the “ghost of eating disorder past” and finding, getting to know, accepting, and ultimately loving your self.


The mind and the body are intricately connected and the well-being of both are inevitably linked. Feed the body, feed the soul. Sometimes we have to stop and take a step back, breathe and really face ourselves. When all the pain, anger and fear starts smoldering inside us and stunting our growth we have to make a choice. People with eating disorders have become conditioned to self-destruction, but it is in these moments when self-protection is so imperative. How can we help others or save the world if we’re constantly harming ourselves? We can’t. Love begins within and for it to be able to spread, it needs to be harvested within ones’ self first. We have a biological need to be able to say “Yes” and “No”. When that choice is taken away from us, for whatever reason, we start saying “yes” and “no” in irrational, destructive ways. It’s a hard journey, but what journey isn’t? We have the right to be healthy, to be happy, to love ourselves and to say “Yes” and “No” with OUR voices, not the voice of disease.


A good place to start is, “Yes, I am beautiful!” and “No, I don’t want to hurt anymore.” So I hope that whether or not you have experienced an eating disorder or are close to someone who has… those statements resonate with you. Because those statements are truth. Everyone deserves to express who they are and not be afraid to stand up to the world.

Hoop Dancing

I’ve always admired dancers, their fluidity and connectivity with their bodies. This is my new favorite thing to watch. I’m learning hooping, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to MOVE like that, though. For someone who has been at war with her body most of her life… it’s actually scary to think about the possibility of being that comfortable in my skin.